In Your Face Poetry, Novels, Stories, Lyrics: Spicy, True, Funny, Bitter, Reality No Glitter

By Margit Neumann

Compilation of Poetry/Novels/Short Stories , I call them Povels. True to life, easy to relate to, addictive once you start reading. I will write about everything !! Animals, people, dentists, society, drugs, health, the world , war. My writings are emotional, witty, crass, spicy!!!, very visual, twisted, graphic and some are dark.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Margit Neumann
• Release date: Sep 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9781645521631

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In your face poetry, novels, stories, lyrics: Spicy, true, funny, bitter, reality no glitter

This book is written to provide information and motivation to readers. Its purpose is not to render any type of psychological, legal, or professional advice of any kind. The content is the sole opinion and expression of the author, and not necessarily that of the publisher.

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Table of Contents

Foreword

Lost souls

Puppy Love

I’m soooo attached ....to my phone, I won’t ever leave you alone.

Sin City

The old man

Fame, living the dream?

I’m sooo OFFENDED ! Open ended

Demons Catching up with my demons

Friend to go.

Born as an asshole, I’m a bad bad bad ass

The Gold Digger

La Viva pour la Diva

Jack the stripper

We are the teens, the hardest years....

I wanna be beautiful,make me perfect

Routine

My pet at the vet

DATING......the old way

Peer pressure, no pleasure

Let bullies be not the thief of your believe

Addiction, no fiction

My best friend Spikey

I’m soo done with people, I’m not wasting my life with a shit ton of lies

My Inner Pitbull

You are such a liar

Monster Town

Trilogy of War

The Beginning of War

(Part 1)

Shipped out

(Part 2)

PTSD, War wasn’t for free

(Part 3)

Heartbroken once again

The pound, a dogs faith

DOMINA, I LOVE YAA

My first love is my deepest self

Free (or not) to be, this shit is real, don’t you dare and appeal!!!

Nobody asked me

Tranc dope, Fentanyl, mix it together, make us feel better

The Scammer

Geee, I’m sooo young I have fun, entitled to everything, for free, look at meee

The princess

You broke up with me

Fentanyl, no refill

I’m petrified of tomorrow, at the dentist,

what horror

My very first love

The Cutter, in the gutter???

Social media!!!

I’m just a kid

Schizoland,my dearest friend

Modern slavery it is, what disgrace

in our worlds place

Hey, I’m different, I can’t be your friend ?

Fucking Cancer, now you got me I never thought it would be me

Foreword

Embrace the moment,

embrace every breath you take,

embrace life at it’s best, don’t take anything for granted.

Don’t fuck around, embrace childhood, now grow up,

be sound.

Life is fragile and short ......

Spitfire Unfiltered

Lost souls

Lost souls coming out of the woods.

Young and old

Shy and bold

No orientation on this planet

One named herself Janet.

Janet fled from foster care,

There were many Janets,

Logged in a small room,

A single meal per day,

Look kids you need to pay,

The bill of Fanny Mae

Janet got out, with another two,

The others were caught,

by the parents of fraud,

Yes, you fools, we are prepared,

You better be scared.

They ran for their lives,

Didn’t look back,

Didn’t know where they were,

Couldn’t careless,

Crashed close to a train station.

Soon becoming their new place

Which belongs to scumbag Ace.

Ace was dropped as a baby,

His folks were disgusted,

didn’t want him,

put him close to a rim,

fall off, you sucker,

your future is grim.

Ace is still alive,

Grew up with no thrive,

Learned all about theft, drugs and schmucks.

Fought his way up amongst those fucks

Became the boss of this place,

Many lost souls met and gathered.

All sharing the same sad face....

Life was rough, hunger, addiction,

Friction, almost unreal

like science fiction

Starring in empty space,

Blunt, no goal, no bliss

Janet took her two buddies.

Disappeared, blowing a kiss.

Took off to Brazil,

Heard, if you had some skill,

You can make a career,

We landed there,

How wrong can you be?

Ended up in a camp of fear.

Street life sounds familiar.

Kids running around,

Sniffing glue, their kind of drug,

when you don’t make a buck.

Born into this mess, their folks

even don’t know who are their kids.

They moved on to different bids.

Passionate music, carnival

Something in common for all

We learned, we have to look beautiful

Give pleasure, dance,

serve the rich

Life can be such bitch.

Adapted to the new bad life.

The world has many lost souls,

no one cares or makes a fuss.

We don’t exist officially,

Don’t fit anyone’s agenda,

The Rich looking down on us,

from their hacienda

Already before born,

by the horny selfish,

We had no chance,

weren’t given up for adoption,

Not even that was an option.

Try to make money with the uglies

Taught us how to steal,

how to deal their drugs,

sell your body, use all tricks

stand at the corner,

be a hotty.

At the end of it all

Shuuutt up !!!

Hand over the money

and you Lost Souls ...

don’t get anything

from the honey...

It’s just a sad and fucked up existence, you will be never out of the woods.......

Spitfire Unfiltered

Puppy Love

Hey, puppy love,

I know, your life was rough,

picked you up from rescue,

for fostering it was,

Ah well, now you are the boss.

You were soo tiny, skin and bones,

Trembling in my arm,

Fearing more harm?

No puppy love,